This story began quite a few years ago. My company had transferred me from Georgia to California. I did not know anyone there other than a few business associates but it was a promotion and with the promotion came a large increase in my salary.
The company maintained a small apartment near the office in which I worked and I was given the apartment to use until I could find more suitable living quarters. Everything at work went quite well and the transition was much smoother than I had anticipated. The weather was sunny and warm almost all the time and golf was my biggest passion so I looked for a place with convenient access to a golf course.
I found a reasonably priced two bedroom condo which was located at a small country club. After looking at the condo and the golf course, I decided it would be perfect for me and since it was also located relatively near to my office I thought I would be able to play nine holes of golf almost every morning before I had to leave for the office. On weekends, the course was usually very busy so I usually just spent an hour or so on the driving range instead of actually playing out on the course.
I had a very limited social life but I did meet a few ladies and slowly I began to develop a social life by dating some of them. One Saturday morning I met Jim. At the time, we were both 38 years old so we were the same age. He was a very likable man with a quick wit and a good sense of humor. We hit a couple of buckets of golf balls each and as we were about to leave Jim asked me to join him in the clubhouse for a drink so I did.
As we talked and got to learn a little more about each, Jim told me he and his wife had been high school sweethearts and continued dating throughout their college years after which they got married and settled down. They had bought one of the condos at the country club but later sold it and moved farther out of town. He said they both liked the country club so he had maintained his membership even after they moved.
I shared my own saga about being divorced and relocating to California. He asked if I had met many of the people who lived at the country club. I told him most of my time was spent either at work or out on the golf course. We exchanged telephone numbers and said we would keep in touch. For me, this seemed to be a good thing as I knew very few people other than those with whom I worked.
The following Wednesday, Jim phoned me to tell me he and his wife, Marie, were having a little barbecue get together on Saturday at their home. He said that since I was new to the area it would a good opportunity for me to meet some other people. I accepted the invitation and thanked him. I asked what I could bring and he told a bottle of wine would be nice adding that Marie liked chardonnay. I chuckled and told him I was sure I could manage to find one. He told me to bring a swimsuit since they had a pool. I asked him if I should bring a date and told no. He added that there would be a few couples there but he was sure Marie would also be inviting a few of her single girlfriends.
Jim had given me the address so I the next day I took a drive out there to make sure I could find the house on Saturday. As I had expected, the house was in an upper middle class neighbor with neatly manicured lawns and an array of late model SUVs were parked in various driveways. I did not stop at Jim’s house as I had merely wanted to be sure I would have no difficulty finding it on Saturday. I am a bit of a punctuality Nazi and Jim had told me to be there at about 2:00 pm on Saturday so I had no intention of arriving “fashionably” late.